The warmth of being wanted and the vulnerability of wanting someone in return.🩸🥀

Casual affection is too little for a heart full of wonders, tenderness, and old scars left by past illusions. If I hand you my heart, I'm also handing you, irrevocably, the peace I've found within myself, and that's no small thing after everything I've endured.🩸🥀

The real downfall isn't conformity, but the endless dissatisfaction that makes us feel we never have enough, even when we have everything we wanted.🩸🥀

I have to confess, my beloved, that I must restrain the madness growing inside my heart when I see you sitting beside me and feel the need to kiss you invading my thoughts. How difficult it is for me to keep talking about the philosophy of life and the sacredness of time while ignoring the brush of your fingers against mine. It's indecent how I try to look innocent and sweet when, in reality, the memory of your lips on mine and the fire of your hands on my face distract me from a dreadfully important idea that, all of a sudden, makes no sense anymore. But the most delightful moment is when your eyes meet mine, and I see the same fire growing in me reflected in yours. Yet we keep restraining each other, close enough to share our warmth, but far enough apart to preserve the illusion that either of us is thinking about anything else. “Matters of the Heart and Hands”🩸🥀 📸 Pinterest ✨ 🌙

Unfortunately for me, resilience... or perhaps stubbornness is a better word is in my blood and every time I hit rock bottom, I can't help but use it as a foundation to build something better.🩸🥀